Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.